I never really intended to post another weather blog but it's been a bit of a day here. This morning .......
'I'm going out,' I said
'What time will you be back?'
'Should be home by about half twelveish at the latest.'
I had already prepared today's mid-day dinner yesterday so it was going to be Roast Beef Poppity Ping (thanks John) soon as I got back through the door.
Pulbuchan Brook which runs along side the road 500 metres down from our house was starting to fill up a bit but not full to the top so I thought it would be OK. Put my black wellies (or wollies as my grand daughter used to call them) in the boot of the Foccy and away. Didn't it rain! Did you have all that rain? I guess you did if you lived anywhere in Britain.
Half past twelve I turned the Mill Bank corner to find the brook had become a river and the road was somewhere underneath. I pulled into the lay by, retrieved black wollies and plodded the hundred metres or so towards the flooded. I waded about ten metres in, thinking that I could walk home the rest of the way up the bank. The current was quite a force and the tops of black wollies were rapidly getting submerged. Time to about turn and take refuge back in the car. I rang Other Half to let him know where I was to stop him worrying. I rang three times - no answer. Then I began to worry what might have happened to him? Three hours later he rang me back. He brought a metal hoe with him and managed to get across the top end of the road, into the adjoining field and along the top side of the hedge. I locked the car and he helped me climb through the thorn hedge into the field. We scrambled along the hedge on higher ground to the narrowest part of the flooding. The current still looked scary. I held on to him and was so glad to get to the house side, up the bank and own back door. We got home at four pm
How's your day been?